Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Loosed Words: The mystic poet

Kabir (1440 - 1518)Kabir
There is nothing but water in the holy pools.
I know, I have been swimming in them.
All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can't say a word.
I know, I have been crying out to them.
The sacred Books of the east are nothing but words.
I looked through their covers one day sideways.
What Kabir talks of is only what he has lived through.
If you have not lived through something it is not true.
Translated verse from the article Kabir: In the bliss of Sahaj.

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